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HAIR TODAY GONE TOMORROW

I just had my hair cut. Actually, I went to a salon with a guy who styles hair. But he didn't style mine. It looks the same.

I haven't been to a stylist in maybe twenty years. Sometime, somewhere in Boston, long ago. And far away.

I have gone to barbers who have simulated being stylists by washing my hair before the haircut.

I have been getting along with alternating between a pony tail (passé and too bald for it now), a buzz cut, number two metal or outgrown its long welcome and thence to buzz again.

This is what you have to do to avoid a "new haircut" look. Go to a stylist. All scissors. Done dry, washed afterward, a little product and away I go.

Once I got there it wasn't hard to do actually. I know the stylist pretty well. I think maybe he was waiting for me to turn it over to him.

I feel good. It smells good. And while I was not planning to get any product I think that I am going to get the shampoo and conditioner.

See? Hooked. It is how it works.

This was my movie for the day.

Labels: hair